Grateful. Thankful. Blessed.

“One act of thanksgiving, when things go wrong with us, is worth a thousand thanks when things are agreeable to our inclinations. - Saint John of Avila

For several years now, I’ve been a “my glass is always half empty” kind of person. I struggle daily with gratitude. I never seem to be satisfied or content. I don’t know whether it’s a drive for perfection or a blindness to what I have that makes me this way. It wasn’t until several months ago when I was brought to my knees, that I saw the reflection of my ingratitude. That which started off as bitterness in one part of my life had spread like an infection to my entire being. I had unknowingly distanced myself from Christ so much that I no longer recognized His handiwork in my life. This brokenness was so deep it made me seek what would make me, if anything, whole again. And there it was in front of me; the antithesis of my current state of being. Gratitude. Thanksgiving. Eucharisteo. 2 weeks ago, a dear friend gave me a book, One Thousand Gifts, (I highly recommend it) that has been challenging my ways of thinking and shifting my perspective by pushing me to scripture, the only way to truly understand Thanksgiving. I’m tasking myself with the same thing the author of this book has done: to write down one thousand blessings. One thousand gifts. No time limit set. No deadlines. Just starting right now. 1. All of you Happy Thanksgiving